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  So as far as I was concerned life had rewound six months and I couldn’t have been happier! I was back sharing with Bella and life could continue. Lucy had removed some of her belongings but her fiancé was returning in the morning to remove the rest although Lucy assured me that I could move straight into the room as she had been staying at Ted’s since he proposed anyway.

  ‘So you’re Grant….very sexy’ Bella murmurs from across the sofa holding her coffee cup in-between her hands whilst she regards me intently.

  ‘Not so much my Grant’ I mumble my mind refusing to go there, the flight back had been quiet we were both tired neither of us slept the previous night preferring to spend our last hours enjoying room service, drinking champagne and exploring each other’s bodies. We sat with our hands entwined for the entire journey and our goodbye was painful despite the fact I was prepared.

  After introducing him to Bella who gazed up at him with eye’s round and lustful he had turned to me and tipped my chin, ‘you take care Abigail Stephens’ and kissed me thoroughly right there in arrivals. Bella had discreetly disappeared leaving me groaning into Grant’s lips for the last time, he released me amused and I had smiled back to him, ‘thank you for saving me’

  His eyes darkened as he replied ‘anytime!’

  ‘Looked that way to me’ Bella utters jolting me back to today ‘his eyes were eating you up’

  I sigh, ‘don’t Bell’

  ‘But I don’t understand it, you are both single and enjoy each other’s company why can you not continue your affair in London?’

  ‘Because I have just come out of a long term relationship and need some time to rediscover myself. Somewhere along the line Scott sucked all the life out of me’

  ‘I know’ she utters quietly ‘just seems a shame’

  ‘Hmmm’ I murmur. Grant had never actually requested to see me again anyway it was just a given that what we experienced was a holiday fling, ‘you know what they say….what happens in Vegas’ and I smile at the memories.

  ‘Good?’ she raises an eyebrow.

  ‘You have no idea’ I exhale a breath.

  ‘I need a week with a Grant’ she whines and I giggle.

  ‘Right let us get these boxes sorted’ I instruct pushing Grant reluctantly to the back of my mind.

  Six weeks later it is as if the past eighteen months have never happened Bella and I have reverted back to our routines and I am happy and optimistic for the future. I hear nothing further from Scott and for this I am grateful, our social circles couldn’t be further away from each other so there was no chance of bumping into him. Bella and I had collected my belongings on the way back from the airport and I posted the keys through his letterbox, end of an era.

  I find my mind regularly drifting back to Grant and each time my insides somersault and I experience an aching feeling within, he will always remain my happy place.

  ‘There is a new club opening in Soho Saturday, you want to be my plus one?’ Bella shouts out from her room.

  ‘Yeah sure, is it a prospective venue?’ Bella is an event’s organizer and regularly gets invited to openings of new clubs to tempt her into suggesting the venues to clients.

  ‘Possibly, quite upmarket more of a wine bar really’ she enters the room ‘we could do with a night out’ she murmurs.

  ‘What you mean last weekend wasn’t wild enough for you?’ I cock an eyebrow ‘and a certain gentleman called Mike?’

  Bella blushes ‘he is pretty incredible!’ she mumbles.

  ‘You seeing him again? Why don’t you invite him as your plus one?’ I suggest.

  ‘Because he will be attending anyway, it was him that invited me he is the finance guy on the project’ she throws me a sly smile.

  ‘Aw so not so much you fancy a night out with your best pal then?’ I tease her.

  ‘Always’ she assures me with a smile ‘bit of moral support maybe?’

  ‘Sure, it didn’t appear as if you required any moral support Bella your tongue was so far down his tonsils….’

  ‘Abigail Stephens how crude’ she teases giggling.

  ‘If I am wrong stop me’ I join in with the laughter.

  As we approach the club on Saturday evening we are already two Mojitos down stopping for refreshments along the way. I am wearing one of Bella’s designer numbers which is light blue in color reaching mid-thigh scooping low on the chest reveling my ample breasts and I have my nude heels and clutch bag. I have straightened my hair leaving it loose and apply a liberal amount of black eyeliner sweeping it up from my upper lids, I add mountains of mascara along with some nude lip gloss and I am ready for action. Bella has pushed the boat out and purchased a Lipsy dress which is entirely backless but reaches high around her neck at the front, it also reaches mid-thigh and sparkles as she walks, she has my red heels and clutch bag to add color and pulled her blonde hair to a high ponytail.

  ‘Out to impress?’ I regard her stance as she sashays towards the doorman at the club.

  ‘Oh yes’ she throws a red lipstick smile my way ‘he is in trouble tonight!’

  I laugh as the doorman greets us ‘good evening ladies your names please?’ We give our names and are gestured through to the impressive foyer.

  ‘Wow, this is stylish’ Bella is observing all the details of the decoration ‘this would make a wicked venue’ she mumbles as her eyes move around her surroundings. A waitress approaches with a tray of champagne welcoming us and for a moment Bella is distracted, ‘oh thank you’ she takes two glasses handing me one.

  ‘It is pretty stunning’ I note ‘tasteful’

  ‘Exactly!’ she hands her glass to me and pulls out a tiny notepad from her clutch scribbling some notes before returning it to her bag. We enter the main area which is just as striking and already buzzing with people, it is a private function being the opening event so the occupants are mainly potential clients or individuals who were involved in the development. There are men in their plenty mostly in suits that radiate wealth and power, we strut to the bar area and place our glasses on the ledge before turning to peruse the clientele.

  ‘So what do you think?’ I test.

  ‘I like it very much’ Bella’s eyes are sparkling with something I recognize as ambition, I can almost hear the cogs of her brain turning ‘just the place for birthday bashes’ she voices.

  ‘Yes, I can totally agree I would be extremely appreciative of a birthday party here’ I tease.

  ‘Let’s mingle’ she whispers. We wander around the room as Bella checks out the facilities smiling and greeting people she is familiar with.

  ‘Ok I am bored surveying the building now Bella, let’s get a drink’ I move across the dance area of the club until I reach the bar, ‘two passion fruit mojitos please’ I smile at the bartender and reach in my purse for money.

  ‘Hi Abi!’ Mike calls from beside me ‘is Bella with you?’

  ‘Hi Mike, yes she should be behind me’ I turn to locate Bella without success, ‘she is somewhere nearby, can I get you a drink Mike?’

  ‘Sure! JD and coke please Abi’ he sits at a bar stall, ‘so what do you think of the place?’

  ‘Stunning Mike, Bella informs me that you were involved in the renovating, cheers’ I tip my glass to Mike.

  ‘Cheers, yes I was part of the team’ he nods and is distracted momentarily by who I presume is Bella behind me by his grin, ‘well hi Bella’ he stands leaning down to kiss Bella’s cheek and I roll my eyes.

  ‘Mike’ she returns the kiss her eyes sparkling towards his, I hand her the cocktail grinning something tells me I am going to be a spare part this evening. They make a handsome couple both with their blonde hair and blue eyes, Mike is tall at around six foot Bella being a foot smaller with her four inch heels.

  ‘You look sensational’ he murmurs down to her his eyes focusing on hers alone.

  ‘Why thank you Mike’ she smiles up at him.

  ‘Excuse me’ I decide that I cannot stand by and watch such an intimate moment and coll
ect my drink from the bar and move around the room. The background music that was has since been vamped up and a few intoxicated woman are now on the dance floor moving to the rhythm. I am smiling as I turn and bump into someone almost spilling my drink, ‘oh I am sorry’ I utter apologetically.

  ‘That’s….’ my eyes move up to a pair of extremely green eyes, ‘Abi!’ Grant breathes.

  ‘Hi’ I flush, what the hell is Grant doing here? My heart is hammering through my chest.

  ‘Hi!’ his eyebrows raise to the ceiling in surprise ‘what are you doing here?’

  ‘I am here with Bella’ I murmur as my insides remember the impact this man has on me and begins its awakening.

  ‘It’s good to see you’ he murmurs quietly his eyes warming as he takes in my appearance, ‘you look good Abi, gorgeous in fact’

  ‘You too’ I flush as I recall images of my hands in his hair as he bites my nipples, I take a deep breath and put a hand to my chest to steady my nerves. A woman appears at Grant’s arm and links her arm in his, ‘shall we get a drink darling?’ she murmurs seductively against his shoulder ignoring me completely.

  ‘Good to see you Grant’ I wave as I turn and walk back towards Bella my heart jumping out of my chest. I feel pain surge through my chest at the picture of Grant with another woman, a very attractive woman at that, small with a short brown bob and big blue eyes. I don’t expect him to live as a monk but to actually witness him draped around another woman hurts. I shake my head what are you doing Abi you had a holiday fling with him?

  I reach the bar where Bella is leaning into Mike her hand around his tie as she is mumbling up to him, Mike poor man is staring down his face totally beguiled by Bella’s actions. As I reach them Bella turns to me, ‘you ok’ she frowns stepping away from Mike.

  ‘Yes, I am going to make a move Bella you stay and enjoy’ I move my eyebrow in Mike’s direction.

  ‘We have just arrived what has happened’ Bella knows me so well.

  ‘Nothing you have fun really, I won’t wait up’ I wink at her encouragingly but she isn’t convinced.

  ‘Abi’ she warns before her eyes move to the side of me before comprehension reflects in her eyes.

  ‘Grant’ Mike shakes Grant’s hand ‘what do you think?’

  ‘Sensational Mike really pleased, you?’ Grant’s gaze moves to mine and I avert my eyes.

  ‘See you at home’ I whisper to Bella and turn to move away, I make it to the foyer before Grant grabs my arm and gently pulls me to face him.

  ‘Where you going Abi?’ he mutters.

  ‘Home’ I express politely.

  ‘Stay’ he insists his eyes penetrating mine.

  ‘I can’t Grant besides you have a date by the looks of things’ why did I say that I sound like a jealous girlfriend? ‘Maybe we will bump into each other again’ I paint a polite smile on my face before turning back towards the entrance.

  He grasps my arm and moves me out of the busy foyer to a side room that appears to be an office of some sort.

  ‘What the…Grant stop!’ I demand irritably.

  He pushes me against the desk and moves flush against me ‘what’s with the politeness Abi?’ he furies as his eyes spark down towards me. I stare into his green eyes my body tingling with the proximity of his body against mine as he takes a sharp breath. His mouth moves to mine his tongue thrusting inside battling with mine as I groan my hands finding his hair pulling him into me. He moves his hand over my backside to the edge of my dress pulling it upwards frantically as his hand locates my underwear-less moist core, ‘yes’ he moans ‘god Abi I have missed you’ he thrust two fingers inside me as I call out against his mouth. I am powerless, I can do nothing against the sensations that are surging through my body his thumb expertly applies pressure to my clitoris as his fingers thrust in and out.

  ‘Grant’ I cry out as the wave of pleasure ripples through me and I explode my sex contracting around his fingers.

  ‘That’s it Abi’ he groans as his tongue thrusts once again inside my mouth, he removes his fingers and tips me on the desk releasing his throbbing arousal his lips refusing to disconnect from mine. In one solid thrust he is inside me moaning into my mouth, I wrap my legs around him urging him deeper as he pounds inside me again and again. I am meeting him thrust for thrust greedily absorbing the sensations I have missed.

  ‘Yes’ I moan as I throw my head back and Grant bites my neck.

  ‘Come with me Abi’ he demands as he quickens his pace circling my sex as his words alone commence the waves of pleasure as I call out his name and come around his throbbing erection, he stills and joins me stroking until every drop is milked.

  I am panting Grant kissing my face and neck, ‘I have missed you’ he whispers against my ear, butterflies flutter in my stomach as my eyes find his. It is still there the connection between us despite the time apart, I cannot speak only feel as I relay my words through my eyes. Someone bangs on the door and Grant jumps up adjusting himself ensuring the door is locked before running his hands over his face. His eyes find mine once again as I move to stand, he hands me a box of tissues off of the side and I sort myself out.

  ‘No underwear?’ his eyes are black with desire.

  ‘The dress’ I whisper as though he will comprehend that the effect of the dress reduces with a visible panty line. I am standing my cheeks flushed my eyes sparkling gaping at my Vegas man with no idea of what is happening.

  He walks back to me wrapping his arms around my middle nuzzling my neck ‘Abi’ he murmurs into me with such feeling that my insides melt and my eyes tear, I sigh.

  ‘Stay please’ he pleads.

  ‘Your date’ I whisper.

  ‘Stay’ he insists and I wrap my arms around him the familiarity soothing me. Someone once again bangs on the door and Grant releases me reluctantly before opening it.

  ‘Mr Fitzgerald, sorry sir I didn’t realize it was you’ a voice stutters.

  ‘Ok Gerry, I will be out in a moment’ Grant soothes as he once again closes the door.

  ‘So I take it you are allowed in here?’ I enquire.

  ‘Yes’ he turns to me his eyes pensive ‘this is my club Abi’

  ‘Your club’ I repeat confused ‘I thought you were in property’

  ‘I am’ he exhales a breath ‘this is a mess’

  Before I can enquire as to what exactly the door bursts open and the woman from earlier is standing there glaring at me sitting on the desk. I am muddled and have exactly zero idea of what is occurring around me.

  ‘Who is she Grant?’ she requests her face thunderous.

  ‘A friend’ he mutters frowning at her. I glance at him and hold his gaze for what seems like hours before she moves forward to face me.

  ‘Who are you?’ she demands and I frown at her.

  ‘Nothing to do with you’ I reply, I don’t appreciate this woman speaking me in such a manner.

  ‘It is everything to do with me if you are making your moves on my fiancé!’

  ‘What the…Amber!’ Grant growls.

  The room spins as I digest her words, fiancé! He has just fucked me on his desk and his fiancé is ten foot away. It takes all my inner strength to stand and face her.

  ‘You are welcome to him’ I avoid his eyes and push past the pair of them to the entrance where I hail a cab home. It isn’t until I am home that the impact of what has just transpired becomes apparent and I sink down onto my bed in floods of tears.

  Chapter Seven

  I am cleaning the kitchen when Bella finally arrives home at 11am the next morning, ‘Hi’ her eyes find mine and search for something I am not sure of.

  ‘Hi, good night?’ I grin ‘walk of shame?’

  She smiles relieved that I am still standing and not blubbering into my quilt, I have no doubt that she has been informed of last night’s antics, well some of them by Mike who must be aware of the engagement of his friend.

  ‘What can I say I am a hussy?’ she relaxes before turning to me ‘are you o
k?’

  ‘Fine thanks’ I return to scouring the oven avoiding her eyes.

  ‘Abigail’ she calls using my full name.

  ‘What?’ I turn towards her with an impassive glance.

  ‘Speak to me’ she demands.

  ‘Bella I am fine what do you want to discuss?’ I continue to scrub the oven.

  ‘Grant is devastated’ she murmurs.

  I stop scrubbing and turn to her my mouth open in disbelief, ‘are you fucking joking me Bella?’

  ‘What do you mean?’ she frowns.

  ‘I mean the guy fucked me in the office then introduced me to his fiancé are you on fucking drugs?’

  ‘What?’ she shocks ‘what are you talking about?’

  ‘Are we talking about the same thing Bella?’

  ‘Grant came into the bar to inform us you walked out on him’ she murmurs ‘what actually happened, I would have left with you if…..’

  ‘Forget it!’ I mutter continuing with the oven.

  ‘Abigail please!’ she pleads.

  I stop and turn throwing the sponge in the sink, ‘I thought he was different Bella, I thought he was different from the rest’ a sob escapes me and I automatically move my hand to my mouth. Bella wraps her arms around me and I sob into her shoulder, ‘I though he was special’

  ‘I am so sorry Abi, so sorry’ she rubs my back crying against my shoulder ‘I didn’t know, I promise I didn’t know!’

  We are seated on the sofa one either end a quilt wrapped around us, we are drinking wine with Pretty Woman playing on the DVD player.

  ‘Men are pricks’ Bella announces ‘did you really let him screw you on the desk?’

  ‘I am afraid so’ I murmur ‘I lose all rhyme or reason around that man’ I turn to her ‘have you ever been with a man that as soon as he is within your personal space you forget everything else surrounding you?’

  ‘Until recently no’ she whispers ‘do you want me to break up with Mike?’ she utters suddenly.